It was a normal day for the Malakim, a day when they were not in battle, on a training mission or on patrol. They lived in a small town in the mountains, nestled high up in hidden valleys and lush green forests. On any other day this scene would be serene, but today the town was bustling. The Malakim were preparing for the arrival of their god, Malac, King of the Malakim. And today was the day.
Malac's ship had just landed above the town and the Malakim were going wild as he stepped onto the icefall. The landing was smooth. It was the first time Malac had landed on the icefall in years and the Malakim were clamoring with excitement. The castle was erected above the town and everybody was jubilant as the Malakim were brought back to their rightful place. The Malakim were taken away to their regular duties in the town.
Malac was the centre of all that happens on Malakim. He was the first and oldest Malakim and the head of the entire race, but he had spent the last two centuries on his ship in the air on the verge of death. As such, the Malakim have no recorded history and nobody was sure why or when they even came to be. All that was recorded was that Malac had brought them there and he would decide their fate. This was known as the Malac Doctrine.
The captain of the guard and the captain of the castle had dashingly set up their own little cities in their own parts of the town. The captain of the guard was a stern fellow, strong with a fiery temper and not very welcoming.
Just then a young girl came up to him. His daughter was special in more than one way. Unlike everybody else on the planet, she had no wings. "Father, a ship is coming down over us now. It must be from space."
The captain reached out his arm to turn away the girl and then paused. "That is the king of us, don't you know the Malac doctrine? You must fight for the king and protect him."
"But I'm just a girl," replied the worried voice of the girl.
"Then find some girls and make them fight!" said the captain, who stormed off out of the room.
The girl leaned back in the chair, defeated. She had asked the girls in the school but they hadn't been interested. They had other more important things to do.
And then the space ship landed. There were two figures on it. One was quite small and the other quite large. "They say he's here. It's the king," said the large figure.
"You go first," said the small figure. The small figure boarded the ship and the large figure used an umbrella to stand up on the ship and then he pushed it toward the castle. The small figure needed no ruler, he was elected by the people of the world and understood politics very well. And so the Malac religion was passed to Malac 2, the King of the Malakim by a single vote. As the king, he was responsible for all Malakim and they were expected to follow his words because they were his will. He was not required to call them Dakim, which was one of the ten commandments of their religion. The priests would decide the fate of all Malakim. They called it the Malac Doctrine.
The king's followers gathered and followed the crowd inside the castle. A priest was waiting for them. "The gods have provided us with many gifts," he said. "We have food from all of the corners of the world, we have this castle as our hiding place. We have no problems with that." The